Crestfallen [COMPLETED]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ - 10

Joanna

I set down my bag on the floor.
And walk over to Alex resting on the couch.

I sit on his lap. Fluttering my eyelashes at him. Apparently flirting with my husband is my favorite hobby. Atleast on most of the days.

"Alex Wilson, Did you miss me?"

And I bet his too, as a teasing grin tugs on his lips, his hand sliding underneath my shirt, as he plays with the strap of my bra.

"Joanna Wilson, I thought you wouldn't come home."

"Oh, I considered that too," my hands shoot up to rest on his neck.

"But- "

"Lean closer,"he interrupts, commanding me in that seductive voice of his.

And I hold my breath as he grabs my waist.

Pulling me beneath him, his body caging mine.

"Heyy. You just didn't!," I protest annoyed.

"I just did."

His lips find my neck. His dark scruff initiating a chain reaction of fuzzy feelings in my belly.

My breathing grows shallow. As he explores his lips all over me, both of us still clothed.

"I am hungry,"  I groan. And he sets me free reluctantly. His unsatisfied growls still echoing in my head.

"You cooked right?," I ask as I shuffle the contents in the fridge.

"Or I will."

A wary expression crosses his face. As he gulps down.

"No, don't bother. Sweetie.
I'd hate to see this lovely kitchen blow up."

I give him a wounded look, my hands shooting to rest my hips.

But Alex chooses to ignore it, as he holds back a laugh.
He's having a great time, my questionable kitchen skills serving streaks of entertainment.

But this one's an old joke now.

"You are underestimating me, Alex," I counter without realizing the knife I have been pointing towards him.

"Weapons down for today, Jo."

He turns off the microwave, pushing the macaroni across my way.

"Here, go ahead."

The aroma wafts through the air, as the delightful smell makes my mouth water.

I chomp down on one piece with the fork.

Alex really is such a good cook.

He watches me eat, pulling back a strand of hair, that keeps falling across my eyes.

Alex says this is his meal.
Feeding me. Watching me eat.

As if he doesn't know what fluttery things it does to me.

I wipe my mouth and walk over the sink but Alex lifts me off in his arms. Giving the reason that I look too tired to wash even a single plate.

But I know why. He loves carrying me, back to our room.

I love being married to this incredible man.

We were so perfect then, that I couldn't imagine , one day we would just stop being it,
altogether.

That it would all change.

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I close the door behind me, as I glance around, taking in the chaos, our place is.
The curtains unrolled, the kitchen pantry a little too untidy.